twizzlers
Every day, a new series of memories is made. Blips and clips of families and friends, all wrapped up into some tiny little brain cells that you can keep around for as long as you want. I can't imagine going without such a power.
The shirt had such a new allure to it. I knew it would be different after I left it there for so long, but I was still very surprised. I took it to bed and stared at it for a while as I took in its new scent. It smelled so much like her...
I knew that I would sleep well that night.
I can't do it alone. There is too much at stake, there are too many doubts in my mind that it is possible to make this journey without help. I need to make a few phone calls... I'm sure someone would join me on this trip - it is surely important enough for a few kind souls to pick up the slack and give me a hand in my time of need. At least, thats what I hope...
I can't do it, not right now at least. It's never an easy thing to do, especially given the current circumstances. It isn't a good idea. I just need to wait a little bit longer, until things calm down a bit. Then I'll tell them, honest. I can't hide it forever.... I just can't say it yet.
The students were all standing in a line, their projects in hand. The winner would be determined after each demonstration of their creations, in front of the usual judge panel of course. Whichever machine could carry out the most tasks would win the trophy at the fair.
The suitcase was not buckled properly, but there was no time to fix it. The two men ran as fast as they could, eating the pain that their business shoes were feeding them. The documents had to make it onto the plane, or else their careers would not be the only things at risk.
There he stood. The wind rolled across the field and chilled him to his bones. There was no way to open it - it just stood tall, a huge metal slab with no handle, and no way to open it. All he could do was wait, hoping that they would answer his calls.